hey　dont　even　cover　my　stomach。　these　are　all　things　that　can　be　overe；　but　i　sometimes　wonder：　how　can　we；　whose　every　possession；　from　my　underpants　to　fathers　shaving　brush；　is　so　old　and　worn；　ever　hope　to　regain　the　position　we　had　before　the　war？
  sunday；　may　2；　1943
  the　attitude　of　the　annex　residents　toward　the　war　mr。　van　daan。　in　the　opinion　of　us　all；　this　revered　gentleman　has　great　insight　into　politics。　nevertheless；　he　predicts　well　have　to　stay　here　until　the　end　of　43。　thats　a　very　long　time；　and　yet　its　possible　to　hold　out　until　then。　but　who　can　assure　us　that　this　war；　which　has　caused　nothing　but　pain　and　sorrow；　will　then　be　over？　and　that　nothing　will　have　happened　to　us　and　our　helpers　long　before　that　time？　no　one！
  thats　why　each　and　every　day　is　filled　with　tension。　expectation　and　hope　generate　tension；　as　does　fear　　for　example；　when　we　hear　a　noise　inside　or　outside　the　house；　when　the　guns　go　off　or　when　we　read　new　〃proclamations〃　in　the　paper；　since　were　afraid　our　helpers　might　be　forced　to　go　into　hiding　themselves　sometime。　these　days　everyone　is　talking　about　having　to　hide。　we　dont　know　how　many　people　are　actually　in　hiding；　of　course；　the　number　is　relatively　small　pared　to　the　general　population；　but　later　on　well　no　doubt　be　astonished　at　how　many　good　people　in　holland　were　willing　to　take　jews　and　christians；　with　or　without　money；　into　their　homes。　therere　also　an　unbelievable　number　of　people　with　false　identity　papers。
  mrs。　van　daan。　when　this　beautiful　damsel　（by　her　own　account）　heard　that　it　was　getting　easier　these　days　to　obtain　false　ids；　she　immediately　proposed　that　we　each　have　one　made。　as　if　there　were　nothing　to　it；　as　if　father　and　mr。　van　daan　were　made　of　money。
  mrs。　van　daan　is　always　sating　the　most　ridiculous　things；　and　her　putti　is　often
  exasperated。　but　thats　not　surprising；　because　one　day　kerli　announces；　〃when　this　is　allover；　im　going　to　have　myself　baptized〃；　and　the　next；　〃as　long　as　i　can　remember；　ive　wanted　to　go　to　jerusalem。　i　only　feel　at　home　with　other　jews！鈥?br />
  pim　is　a　big　optimist；　but　he　always　has　his　reasons。
  mr。　dussel　makes　up　everything　as　he　goes　along；　and　anyone　wishing　to　contradict　his　majesty　had　better　think　twice。　in　alfred　dussels　home　his　word　is　law；　but　that　doesnt　suit　anne　frank　in　the　least。
  what　the　other　members　of　the　annex　family　think　about　the　war　doesnt　matter。
  when　it　es　to　politics；　these　four　are　the　only　ones　who　count。　actually；　only　two　of　them　do；　but　madame　van　daan　and　dussel　include　themselves　as　well。
  tuesday；　may　18；　1943
  dearest　kit；　i　recently　witnessed　a　fierce　dogfight　between　german　and　english　pilots。
  unfortunately；　a　couple　of　allied　airmen　had　to　jump　out　of　their　burning　plane。　our　milkman；　who　lives　in　halfweg；　saw　four　canadians　sitting　along　the　side　of　the　road；　and　one　of　them　spoke　fluent　dutch。　he　asked　the　milkman　if　he　had　a　light　for　his　cigarette；　and　then　told　him　the　crew　had　consisted　of　six　men。　the　pilot　had　been　burned　to　death；　and　the　fifth　crew　member　had　hidden　himself　somewhere。　the　german　security　police　came　to　pick　up　the　four　remaining　men；　none　of　whom　were　injured。　after　parachuting　out　of　a　flaming　plane；　how　can　anyone　have　such　presence　of　mind？
  although　its　undeniably　hot；　we　have　to　light　a　fire　every　other　day　to　burn　our　vegetable　peelings　and　garbage。　we　cant　throw　anything　into　trash　cans；　because　the　warehouse　employees　might　see　it。　one　small　act　of　carelessness　and　were　done　for！
  all　college　students　are　being　asked　to　sign　an　official　statement　to　the　effect　that　they　〃sympathize　with　the　germans　and　approve　of　the　new　order。〃　eighty　percent　have　decided　to　obey　the　dictates　of　their　conscience；　but　the　penalty　will　be　severe。
  any　student　refusing　to　sign　will　be　sent　to　a　german　labor　camp。　whats　to　bee　of　the　youth　of　our　country　if　theyve　all　got　to　do　hard　labor　in　germany？
  last　night　the　guns　were　making　so　much　noise　that　mother　shut　the　window；　i　was　in　pims　bed。　suddenly；　right　above　our　heads；　we　heard　mrs。　van　d。　leap　up；　as　if　shed　been　bitten　by　mouschi。　this　was　followed　by　a　loud　boom；　which　sounded　as　if
  a　firebomb　had　landed　beside　my　bed。　〃lights！　lights！〃　i　screamed。
  pim　switched　on　the　lamp。　i　expected　the　room　to　burst　into　flames　any　minute。
  nothing　happened。　we　all　rushed　upstairs　to　see　what　was　going　on。　mr。　and　mrs。　van　d。　had　seen　a　red　glow　through　the　open　window；　and　he　thought　there　was　a　fire　nearby；　while　she　was　certain　our　house　was　ablaze。　mrs。　van　d。　was　already　standing　beside　her　bed　with　her　knees　knocking　when　the　boom　came。　dussel　stayed　upstairs　to　smoke　a　cigarette；　and　we　crawled　back　into　bed。　less　than　fifteen　minutes　later　the　shooting　started　again。　mrs。　van　d。　sprang　out　of　bed　and　went　downstairs　to　dussel　s　room　to　seek　the　fort　she　was　unable　to　find　with　her　spouse。　dussel　weled　her　with　the　words　〃e　into　my　bed；　my　child！鈥?br />
  we　burst　into　peals　of　laughter；　and　the　roar　of　the　guns　bothered　us　no　more；　our　fears　had　all　been　swept　away。
  yours；　anne
  xi锛shuotx锛础锛辑
  JUNE；　1943
  锛庡皬锛庤锛庯紟t锛巟t锛庡ぉ锛庡爞锛?br />
  sunday；　june　13；　1943
  dearest　kitty；
  the　poem　father　posed　for　my　birthday　is　too　nice　to　keep　to　myself。
  since　pim　writes　his　verses　only　in　german；　margot　volunteered　to　translate　it　into　dutch。　see　for　yourself　whether　margot　hasnt　done　herself　proud。　it　begins　with　the　usual　summary　of　the　years　events　and　then　continues：
  as　youngest　among　us；　but　small　no　more；　your　life　can　be　trying；　for　we　have　the　chore　of　being　your　teachers；　a　terrible　bore。
  〃weve　got　experience！　take　it　from　me！鈥?br />
  〃weve　done　this　all　before；　you　see。
  we　know　the　ropes；　we　know　the　same。鈥?br />
  since　time　immemorial；　always　the　same。
  ones　own　shortings　are　nothing　but　fluff；　but　everyone　elses　are　heavier　stuff：
  faultfinding　es　easy　when　this　is　our　plight；　but　its　hard　for　your　parents；　try　as　they　might；　to　treat　you　with　fairness；　and　kindness　as　well；
  nitpickings　a　habit　thats　hard　to　dispel。
  men　youre　living　with　old　folks；　all　you　can　do
  is　put　up　with　their　nagging　　its　hard　but　its　true。
  the　pill　may　be　bitter；　but　down　it　must　go；　for　its　meant　to　keep　the　peace；　you　know。
  the　many　months　here　have　not　been　in　vain；　since　wasting　time　noes　against　your　brain。
  you　read　and　study　nearly　all　the　day；　determined　to　chase　the　boredom　away。
  the　more　difficult　question；　much　harder　to　bear；　is　〃what　on　earth　do　i　have　to　wear？
  ive　got　no　more　panties；　my　clothes　are　too　tight；　my　shirt　is　a　loincloth；　im　really　a　siaht！
  to　put　on　my　shoes　i　must　off　my　toes；　dh　dear；　im　plagued　with　so　many　woes！鈥?br />
  margot　had　trouble　getting　the　part　about　food　to　rhyme；　so　im　leaving　it　out。　but　aside　from　that；　dont　you　think　its　a　good　poem？
  for　the　rest；　ive　been　thoroughly　spoiled　and　have　received　a　number　of　lovely　presents；　including　a　big　book　on　my　favorite　subject；　greek　and　roman　mythology。
  nor　can　i　plain　about　the　lack　of　candy；　everyone　had　dipped　into　their　last　reserves。　as　the　benjamin　of　the　annex；　i　got　more　than　i　deserve。
  yours；　anne
  tuesday；　june　15；　1943
  dearest　kitty；
  heaps　of　things　have　happened；　but　i　often　think　im　boring　you　with　my　dreary　chitchat　and　that　youd　just　as　soon　have　fewer　letters。　so　ill　keep　the　news　brief。
  mr。　voskuijl　wasnt　operated　on　for　his　ulcer　after　all。　once　the　doctors　had　him　on　the　operating　table　and　opened　him　up；　they　saw　that　he　had　cancer。　it　was　in　such　an　advanced　stage　that　an　operation　was　pointless。　so　they　stitched　him　up　again；　kept　him　in　the　hospital　for　three　weeks；　fed　him　well　and　sent　him　back　home。　but　they　made　an　unforgivable　error：　they　told　the　poor　man　exactly　what　was　in　store　for　him。
  he　cant　work　anymore；　and　hes　just　sitting　at　home；　surrounded　by　his　eight　children；　brooding　about　his　approaching　death。　i　feel　very　sorry　for　him　and　hate　not　being　able　to　go　out；　otherwise；　id　visit　him　as　often　as　i　could　and　help　take　his　mind　off　matters。　now　the　good　man　can　no　longer　let　us　know　whats　being　said　and　done　in　the　warehouse；　which　is　a　disaster　for　us。　mr。　voskuijl　was　our　greatest　source　of
  help　and　suppor　when　it　came　to　safety　measures。　we　miss　him　very　much。
  next　month　its　our　turn　to　hand　over　our　radio　to　the　authorities。　mr。　kleiman　has　a　small　set　hidden　in　his　home　that　hes　giving　us　to　replace　our　beautiful　cabinet　radio。
  its　a　pity　we　have　to　turn　in　our　big　philips；　but　when　youre　in　hiding；　you　cant　afford　to　bring　the　authorities　down　on　your　heads。　of　course；　well　put　the　〃baby鈥?br />
  radio　upstairs。　whats　a　clandestine　radio　when　there　are　already　clandestine　jews　and　clandestine　money？
  all　over　the　country　people　are　trying　to　get　hold　of　an　old　radio　that　they　can　hand　over　instead　of　their　〃morale　booster。〃　its　true：　as　the　reports　from　outside　grow　worse　and　worse；　the　radio；　with　its　wondrous　voice；　helps　us　not　to　lose　heart　and　to　keep　telling　ourselves；　〃cheer　up；　keep　your　spirits　high；　things　are　bound　to　get　better！鈥?br />
  yours；　anne
  www銆偂　o　m
  JULY；　1943
  銆傚皬锛胯锛縯xt澶╁爞
  sunday；　july　11；　1943
  dear　kitty；
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